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Cyrile woke up and prepared for the day. She had gotten up a bit early to get a head start on her duties. She started by writing notification letters to the Holy Grail Guild and the Death Knight guild which read.
Dear Guild Master,
It has come to the attention of the Phantom Lord and Solo Elite guild that guild members are disappearing around certain border areas in territories. Duties have been place upon me by both guilds to announce this to both the Holy Grail and Death Knight guilds and request that both guilds send at least one representative to help negotiate during the investigations and are to be placed on a special task team the will be sent on a later mission to investigate the disappearances further when the Solo Elite scouts return with their information in a weeks time. This is of the utmost importance and needs to be addressed immediately.
Sincerely,
Cyrile Skylark of The Phantom Lord Guild.
She sent the letters off with messenger birds and then left her room to walk around. She stopped by Robin's room but didn't hear him moving around so she assumed he was still sleeping and decided no to bother him and went on with her daily duties.
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Messenger Birds
The enchanted birds flew with speed unparalleled and made it to their destinations withing hours. The first bird flew to the Holy Grail Guild it flew into a small seating area and landed on a table with two men (Roland and Blaze) at it talking. the bird looked at the both then chirped once pecked Blaze on the back of the head, dropped the letter in his pocket and then flew off before anyone could hope to catch it.
The second enchanted bird flew towards the death knight guild, as it flew its eyes caught up with its mind and it found a member of the guild running in its direction. The enchanted bird simply chirped and flew by letting the draft from it's wings hit William, then dropped the letter on William's head and flew off.
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Robin awoke with a start to the sound of one of the Solo Elite librarians slamming one of the books he had been reading closed. Damn it! At what point had he fallen asleep? He couldn't afford to be doing that when time was so precious. What time was it? He glanced at a nearby clock. Still enough time to grab brekfast. Good, that meant Cyrile might not have started yet. He hurried to the guild bar, quickly wolfing down a small breakfast and completely ignoring the jeers of the Solo Elites. He decided he would check her room first, and if she wasn't there then perhaps the stables. He doubted the guildmaster would be pleased if he found out that Robin had failed to escort her today due to oversleeping, which made finding her all the more important. Briskly walking across the courtyard he went up the steps to their rooms, and entered his own first to put on some clean clothes before knocking on her door. No answer. She must've been awake already. Perhaps she's with Legion then? he thought as he returned the way he had just come, heading for the stables this time.
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William reaches down and picks it up opening it reading it saying"
"It has come to the attention of the Phantom Lord and Solo Elite guild that guild members are disappearing around certain border areas in territories. Duties have been place upon me by both guilds to announce this to both the Holy Grail and Death Knight guilds and request that both guilds send at least one representative to help negotiate during the investigations and are to be placed on a special task team the will be sent on a later mission to investigate the disappearances further when the Solo Elite scouts return with their information in a weeks time. This is of the utmost importance and needs to be addressed immediately."
After reading all that William smirks and throws the letter away saying to him self "I know I killed the Solo Elite people, but what about the Phantom Lord? This is great! With the Phantom Lords having people killed I can make them think they're killing each other. Or better yet try and make the holy grail is attacking the Solo Elite and have the phantom Lord thing the Solo Elite is killing them."
He runs off to his destination making an evil laugh knowing what he will do to start a war and even win it with every one against each other.
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He goes on heading to his room walking around in a black robe hiding his face only showing below his nose. Some people fear of him looking like some one who will kill them, but others don't care. As soon as he reaches a turning point where hardly anyone can see him he takes the hood of his robe off showing what his face looks like looking back at the person he bumped into with blood shot eyes. Then walks back off heading to his room.
Well from never ending running and lack of sleeping you would think he would have blood shot eyes.
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She could still remember how hard it was to approach the said creature. It was uniquely beautiful and extremely proud. Two attributes that were deadly in many sense. However to make the long story short, she had managed to earn its trust and become its owner after a few bruises and there. At the sight of her, the said stallion happily greeted her with its signature nodding of its head. In response, she reached for its face and gently brushes her hands upon its skin. Her actions seemed to be pleasing for her mount as she gave out a ghost of a smile. Getting an apple from her pouch, she fed it to her steed who happily ate it without doubt. After doing so, she prepared it and exited the stables.
"To Mireseth, the Solo Elite Guild. Chaos."
The stable master bid her good luck on her journey as she answered with a courteous nod. With one swift movement, she was now riding Chaos. The sight of the two was of splendor. Nimue wore clothes that had the tone of blue which matches her crystal azure hair and captivating sapphire eyes and on top such a beautiful creature. They were living up to the expectation of their reputation. No wonder, she had been called as the Doll Sorcerer and it was not due to her ability but rather to her appearance. As she spoke those words, her mount now known as Chaos spread its wings at its full span and began to flap it at slow movements. Soon enough, the movement became faster as Chaos' hooves were now floating from the ground as the two soar through the skies heading towards their mission. She only hoped that the worries of the Guild Master would be needless.
The journey was quite efficient and fast unlike taking the normal mode of transportation. She had managed to reach the Solo Elite Guild within a day that would usually take about 3 days the least to arrive at. Hovering above the said guild, she had found the other members of the Solo Elite looking at her with caution and danger. Well, it was expected when she was upon Chaos who had the certain presence of foreboding. She opted to land before the people below would take the chance to shoot her down. Although, she already did cause quite a commotion as the sentries followed her.
As she landed, she gazed around her and found the object of her mission along with a male companion that she was certain was written as well in her mission log. In addition, there was a flurry of guards entering the open filed that she could conclude to be used for training. It seemed she had created a situation. Hopefully, this people would like to talk rather than to act unlike in her guild who would kill than ask later. Chaos protectively spread its wings for his master as he angrily brushed his hooves upon the ground. Nimue gently rubbed Chaos' face, telling him to calm down. After doing so, she gazed at her fellow guild members and then to the Solo Elite members as she took out a document that indicated her purpose.
"Pardon my intrusion. I am here under the order of the Phantom Guild Master. I am to accompany Ms. Cyrile Skylark and Robin Stroud. If confirmation is needed, I will gladly come with you without rebellion."
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"Oh hi there, I was just about to go looking for you. Good morning, it's time to start training!" she said cheerfully.
"Yeah I was looking for you too. And training? I thought you still had some work to do?" he replied as she led him over to the training area.
It was a wide open space with a hard dirt/clay ground with a good deal of training dummies and other tools as well as an area to practice fighting while riding mounts and an archery range among other things. She led him to a wide open area with a lot of old clay pots that she had found lying about and pieces of previously destroyed dummies. "Okay first show me what you can do on you own without any anger behind it," she said as she stood a few steps behind him to observe.
"Well, not much to be honest, but here goes." he answered. He looked at one of the pieces of pot and snapped his fingers. Thirty seconds later there was a small 'pop' and a wisp of smoke. The explosion was so small you could hardly call it that, but it was just enough to break the pot in two. Concentrating hard he clicked his fingers again and waited. After another thirty seconds the shard of pot he was staring at suffered the same pitiful blast.
He turned back to her "Seen enough of that, or do I need to do it again?"
He tensed as the training area and courtyard was suddenly flooded with guards. He took one look at where they were headed before rolling his eyes and sitting down, obviously annoyed.
"Oh great, what the hell is she doing here?" he stated to no-one in particular. Although he had never met the 'Doll Sorceress' he knew that she was one of the most powerful of the Phantom Lords, hence her winged steed. Luckily enough for him he was too far away to hear her mission statement, but the fact that she had created a commotion already was enough of an omen. If she was here, so was some other form of trouble. Just to make matters worse a messenger bird dropped a note into his hands. It bore the personal seal of the guildmaster. His sense of foreboding increased as he opened it, only to become further annoyance when he read it.
'Robin,
I feel it important at this difficult time that we all make our allegiances clearly known. From now on whilst visting other guilds you are to display the mark of the Phantom Lords at all times.
Many thanks for your co-operation.'
His frustration found sudden release as all the clay pots and bits of dummy detonated at once. Robin was grateful that the old man had accepted him, but sometimes he really hated his decisions. He crumpled up the letter and threw it away. "The old man is making me display the guild mark." he said sullenly to Cyrile by way of explanation for the explosive outburst. Reaching up he removed his shirt and jacket, tying them around his waist. Doing so revealed his horribly burned and scarred torso. Most of it was from him standing too close to his own explosions, though some were inflicted during battle. Now exposed, and taking up the entirety of his back, was the guild symbol of the Phantom Lords, it's red eyes staring out at the world. The strangest thing about the mark, was that unlike the rest of his torso not a blemish touched it. Surrounded by scar tissue it's black expanse seemed the nicest part of Robin's torso.
"I suppose we had better go and see what the Doll wants." he concluded, eyes downcast and melancholy.
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